princess; ♥ [open]
Jul 30, 2011 3:41:59 GMT -8
Post by daisy on Jul 30, 2011 3:41:59 GMT -8
♥; a faint past
Face down in the dust. Trying to push himself up, slender arms shaking with exertion... A group of laughing children surrounded a small, skinny boy. They were always laughing. What had it been today? The lipstick?
"Hey, Cocko!" A boy jeered. Coco grunted in pain as he felt the foot on his back, slamming him back down. It hurt...
"Don't act like you don't like it, we know this is just how those old perverts treat you." A girl said spitefully,
"Do they pay you extra if you let them beat you?" Giggled her friend, and the boy removed his foot to lift up the back of Coco's shirt, exposing his pale skin. Scratches, bruises, lacerations... Some were scars, but a few were only recently healing. He'd been beaten, that much was obvious. Such a pretty boy too... He hadn't done anything particularly offensive today. All it took was a splash of red lipstick to set them off, and here they were again, the corner of the playground, Coco once more face down on the ground, shaking with suppressed tears.
"You're such a freak Cocko, get a fucking grip." Said the boy, kicking the child in the side. Hunched sideways from the blow, the first tears finally spilled forth, even as Coco gritted his teeth in anger.
His hair was already long, back then. A girl was standing on it while the boy tormented him, preventing him from moving.
"Why don't you just get lost, nobody wants you here. I bet those old guys would love for you to just live with them already, you could be their maid as well as their slut!" The girl said, grinding her foot into the dirt, trampling his hair with the insult. Still the boy on the ground said nothing. Only the choking whimper of tears reluctantly shed could be heard, barely audible above the jeers and giggles of the children. A bell rang, a few of the children dashed off, and most of the rest began wandering away.
"Put on some more of that lipstick," Said one of the girls as she left, "it'll look good with the blood. ♥" Before long, only a girl and boy remained, along with the pitiful form at their feet. Beautiful eyes, red and damp, glancing up briefly, before closing tightly. His lashes were long, even without any mascara, but they were moist and stuck together. Lips were swollen, shades of red dispersing throughout, blood meeting lipstick.
Gently, the girl knelt down, still on his hair.
"You're a boy, Coco. And you'll always be a boy. You can't be pretty like us, and boys will never love you like they love us." With that, she suddenly grabbed the glittering stud in the beautiful boy's ear and pulled. A high pitched scream pierced the air and Coco curled up tighter, tears flowing afresh, his cries loud now, and distraught. The girl stood up, her fingernails painted red now, and walked away, tossing the single gleaming jewel behind her. The boy followed close behind, and neither of them looked back at the crumpled frame left in the dust.
Alone at the corner of the bar, i let myself cry, ever so slightly. The room was dark and smoky, nobody was looking my way. I reached up gingerly to touch my earlobe, resting my cigarette in the ashtray. In one ear, i sported a glimmering loveheart, a beautiful earring i stole a long time ago. But in the other ear there was no accessory, minus the small scar that had torn my earlobe. I smiled, wiping my eyes carefully. Nobody had any idea how strong i would become, not back then. I had blossomed so easily, i had almost forgotten my painful past...
I sucked thoughtfully on my almost burned out cigarette, running my finger along the rim of my glass. I was the person i was today because of all that had happened to me... As long as i was happy with that person, the end justified the means, right? ...Right?
